by Robert Jensen
“Good teaching is living your life honestly in front of students.”
I don’t recall exactly when Jim Koplin first told me that, but I know that he had to say it several times before I began to understand what he meant. Koplin was that kind of teacher—always honing in on simple, but profound, truths; fond of nudging through aphorisms that required time to understand their full depth; always aware of the connection between epistemology and ethics; and patient with slow learners.
But, I’m getting ahead of myself. Some background: Jim Koplin was, by way of a formal introduction, Dr. James H. Koplin, granted a Ph.D. in psychology from the University of Minnesota in 1962 with a specialization in language acquisition, tenured at Vanderbilt University and later a founding faculty member of Hampshire College, retired early in 1980 to a rich life of community building and political organizing. I never took a class from him, though in some sense the 24 years I knew him constituted one long independent study. That finally ended on December 15, 2012, not upon satisfactory completion of the course but when Jim died at the age of 79. He left behind a rich and diverse collection of friends, all of whom have a special connection with him. But I hang onto the conceit that I am his intellectual heir, the one who most directly continued his work in the classroom.
So, with that conceit firmly in place and his death fresh in my mind, it seems proper and fitting that I offer lessons learned from Koplin to the world outside his circle of students and friends. [Read more...]
Thank you, Mr. Koplin, for everything you have shared with me. Your bumper crop of cherries, sunny Friday afternoons in the garden, good stories, and the news about town. Most of all, thank you for living a deeply good life and showing me what it means to work hard, learn constantly, live wisely with the Earth, and be the connective tissue in your community.
jim is to me what this poem is to the world… he has been my adoptive father, my mentor, my mache’ teacher, my stead fast reminder to look deeper, ask more questions and keep in mind the humus and all that grows … he was the sower of seeds.. and a great, great, great friend….. and i will miss him sliding me another piece of propaganda, or a email to consider… and a good bowl of soup… [Read more...]
I always enjoyed watching Jim walk the neighborhood with his hands and arms resting behind his back. My son Zo just commented ” he was a nice man ” it is people like Jim who make a neighborhood a better space for all who are part of this place called Powderhorn.